Silver, Blood, and Love( A supernatural/ Dean Winchester Love Story)

The rain hit the windshield of my car slowly as I headed my way to work. I work as a performer at a restaurant. Well restaurant/ bar, I sing with a band. I live in a small apartment by myself, I've been on my own for awhile. Yeah it gets lonely, but I have my reasons

Both of my parents are dead, my mom died during childbirth with me, and my dad died when I was 18. I had other family but they think that I am dead, is just better this way.

I'm a hunter. The life as a hunter is very difficult. I'm not a hunter as in deer, turkey, etc. No I hunt the supernatural. Supernatural as in demons, ghosts, vampires, werewolves, and so many other things that you could never even imagine. All real and all incredibly deadly. Everything you were afraid of as a child is real. How I got here you ask? Well when I was 6 me and my dad moved into a house that had a very aggressive poltergeist, it got so bad that my dad had to look for help. A man named John Winchester came and helped us out. Somehow, and I don't know how, but my dad got caught up in the hunting business, dragging me right along with him and John. John had two sons; Dean age six, and Sam age four. We became best friends really soon. We moved all over the country, going from motel to motel, and school to school. Since our dads were always hunting, me and Dean pretty much raised Sam ourselves. Over the years I developed a crush on Dean, and when we got to High School I found out that he had those exact same feelings for me. We dated from ages 16 to 18. We ended when my dad died. And when my life was changed forever. I would never forget that night.

Flashback:

I slowly crept along the forest floor, with my gun ready to shoot my target, a silver bullet in the chamber. My dad was with me, and Dean and John were off in another part of the woods, but not to far away. We were hunting a werewolf, responsible for killing 3 campers, we tracked it down and now we were just waiting.

It was dead silent. I was trained in killing a werewolf, my dad has killed many before, but that didn't matter.

We had no warning. The beast burst out of the trees, knocking both me and my dad onto the forest floor, knocking both our guns out of our hands. When I looked back up my dad's leg was in the werewolf's mouth and he was being dragged away, screaming bloody murder. I got up and an after them. When I found them, my dad was no longer screaming. The wolf stood there chowing down on his midsection. I screamed at the sight. The wolf starred up at me and growled. I was blind with fury. I ran full force at the wolf and jumped on its back. The wolf flung me off and I landed on the forest floor on my back. When I opened my eyes the wolf was now on top of me, its hot breath filling my lungs. It growled at me, before I had time to react its jaws clenched down on my side. I let out a blood curtailing scream, tears stinging my eyes and running down my face. The wolf raised its head and let out a long howl. I didn't care if I died, but there is no way in hell this SOB is gonna live. I took out my silver knife that I kept in my boot and thrusted it into the Wolf's shoulder, causing it to roll off me howling in pain as it ran back into the darkness. The werewolf bit me, I knew what this meant. If the bit didn't kill me, I would become one. How ironic, becoming what I have been trained all my life to hunt and kill. My dad was dead, and I couldn't imagine John and the boys accepting me the way I was now. So, I ran and hid. It would be better if they just thought that I died and the wolf took my body with him.

End of flashback:

That was the night my whole life changed. I never saw John, Dean, or Sam after that night. I intend to keep it that way. But by God,I miss those guys, especially Dean.I have always wondered where we would have ended up if this never happened. So now I am a werewolf, that is also a hunter. It is just very difficult to handle my silver weapons.

At the bar:

The music begins as I step up onstage for my performance. I was singing " Just Tonight" by The Pretty Reckless. As I'm singing I look out into the crowd and lock my blue eyes with a pair of the most beautiful green eyes I have ever seen. The green eyed man had dirty blond,almost brown, short hair. He looked so familiar. He was starring at me so intently, like he was trying to read me,like he knew me.